Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.